[RACE DAY]

[jerseycop]

Three and a half weeks spent all over Europe and the new Mrs. Tucker Jones had never been so glad to step foot into her house in all her life.

Well, their house, and she didn't really set foot into it so much as get lifted over the threshold (which prompted her to exclaim that she was getting too big for that), and she still gave a complete sigh

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[amagain]

Tucker of course would have stayed bouncing around in Europe. Not. Tucker actually loves to bounce around the United States and he enjoyed Europe with Andy, but he feels good to be home.

And as to sleeping? Tucker is in for that. He slept most of the first few days home, of course he was up most of the first few nights.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to concentrate with you looking like this," he walks up to her and moves his hands across her middle. "I like this shirt," that's not what he likes. Though, he likes the shirt as well.

"Of course, if we can just get Jameson to concentrate, that would be fucking great. He's been a head case all summer."

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"I could be out there with nothing on and once they start doing two hundred miles an hour, you'd totally forget I was there," she teases him lightly, though it makes her feel a little smug that he thinks his concentration is going to be gone that easily.

She loves that he loves the way her stomach is and she loves it when he touches her; she loves when he touches her on a good day, so having his hands on her like this makes her feel pretty and womanly and all the girly things she doesn't want to admit to because she thinks it's silly.

"He's probably been a headcase because it's been a weird summer. For everyone."

[amagain]

"I don't know what you're talking about," Tucker kisses the curve of her neck, "it's been a great God damn summer," he smiles and moves off to finish getting himself dressed and he packs a bag with a change of clothes, as is his habit for race days.

He loves her shape. The bigger and rounder the better. He's often got that mine look about him when he's with her. Andy doesn't get much change to lay her hands on her middle, Tucker's hand is there. She has to swat him away.

[jerseycop]

"That's because we got married-" And this is where she swats him away so he can finish getting ready. "And we're having a baby and we're completely in love. Your driver has a single mother living on his farm and she takes up a lot of his time. Maybe she's the headcase and it's contagious."

The more he touches her, the more she loves it. Every chance he gets to touch her, the more she kisses him, touches him... if there's one thing her pregnancy has taught her? Hormones aren't all a bad thing. Hers have been raging and there was more than one day during their honeymoon that they spend completely in bed ignoring the sights outside so they could appreciate the sights inside.

[jerseycop]

Once the smoke clears and Emma sees that Jameson is okay, she begins to breathe again; completely unaware that she'd been holding her breath, she hugs Ruth tightly and pants a little into her daughter's neck. Vaguely, she recognizes that Andy's patting her back and she nods, turning to take Ruth to the bathroom.

He's okay, he's walking, he's okay, he's...

Andy - along with everyone else, she reckons - sees the fight just before it becomes a fight. Dropping her head, she shakes it a little and goes back to watching, making sure to keep a neutral look on her face, just in case anyone was hoping for more of a reaction. She's not sure what was being said before the crash, but she could tell that Tucker had been frustrated - and obviously Jameson had been too.

She's really glad Emma disappeared before seeing all this, though she's sure the woman will hear about it later.

[amagain]

Jameson ends up full on checking Tucker with pushes from his forearms three times. Of course, Jameson receives the same back from Tucker four times, until the two men are standing within each others space and they're talking. The announcer shifts to the crash and footage starts replaying about who set it in motion.

Emergency response is trying to get a hold of Jameson to check him out and it's clear that's what Tucker is instructing the driver to do. The race of course continues, now with Redford as the driver that's locked to win.

It's some time before Tucker makes it back in the general direction of the office for the pit and he looks like he's the one that was just flipped around in the car. He's got the mix of pissed off frustration with a hint of resignation that Jameson is fine. Bull headed, but fine.

[jerseycop]

Andy stays where she is, not sitting until she's sure that their pseudo-fight is over. It's right about then that Emma comes back and Andy takes a drink of her water.

She tells Emma, and by extension Ruth, that Jameson went to get looked at by the doctors, but he seemed fine. The race is still going on - she points to the screen in the tent - and then sighs. "Once they clear him, I'm sure he'll go and talk to Tucker. I'm not sure what was going on, but it looked like there were issues before the crash."

"Issues?" Emma doesn't know racing at all. She hasn't spent nights up on a couch watching someone else watch race footage.

Andy just shrugs. "I don't know."

[amagain]

If Andy isn't saying, the announcers certainly are. The two announcers are deep in conversation, replaying the crash footage again, "You can see, right there ... there ... Jameson Potter ..." and they go on to describe what they think set off the crash.

"Favored to win of course," they continue on talking about Jameson, "... erratic season this year, with some breakaway racing and other races that look like this one ..."

"Holy f..." Tucker pulls himself up on what he's saying when he sees Emma and Ruth with Andy. He has enough mind about him to say, "Jameson's fine, he's getting checked out, he should be clear within the hour," Tucker is a little hoarse and reaches for Andy's water bottle.

"I'll get him back to you as soon as I can," Tucker says to Emma and Ruth. "But you can see on screen," and sure enough, there's Jameson rubbing his hand over his head as the EMTs talk with him, "he's fine."

[jerseycop]

As she inhales, she smiles against his lips, then breathes against his cheek as he kisses her, no embarrassment whatsoever that he just brought her off with his hand so easily.

"Imagine the money you save in ice cream, then, since I just crave you," she murmurs near his ear. "Eventually, you'll get tired of it, tell me how much work you have to do. Tell me to handle it myself..."

Her smile is in her voice as she whispers the imagine scenario, not really actually picturing a time when Tucker would tell her to go handle herself without him.

[amagain]

"I don't think I'm going to be telling you to handle things yourself," he kisses her with a more closed kiss on her throat.

For a moment, he holds her within the water, feeling the light weight of her and letting his hands drift to her other curves.

Then he's reaching for the side of the hot tub and taking a drink of the tequila from a glass and diving into the pool. He lets out of a bit of a yelp from hitting the relative cool temperature of the pool water and swims a lap free style. Naked.

[jerseycop]

He has all this energy, all this time, and she thinks that he probably has that energy even while he's sleeping. It's what keeps him up all night long and what keeps him asleep at odd hours and she watches him swim that lap from the edge of the hot tub before standing, too.

She grabs a peach from the tray of fruit, then walks to the stairs because she's not diving anywhere. One step at a time as she eats the peach, then eases against the side.

"How do you feel?" She's clearly relaxed and doing all right, even without tequila. It must have been the orgasm.

[amagain]

Must have been the orgasm.

Tucker swims a few more laps and then sluices through the water to come rest his elbows on the edge. Opening his mouth, he would like some food.

"I'm feeling a little sore. I think Jameson hurt me," Tucker smiles up at her, his blue eyes bright.

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Or boy and girl. Whatever was currently growing inside Andy's stomach was going to definitely think that their father was an awesome man and want to learn whatever he could teach them, of that Andy was sure. She had no fear whatsoever of a child stranded on the side of the road for car trouble.

"You think so?" She smiled at the thought. "I know I should think about this one first, but I hope we have lots of babies with eyes all different shades of blue."

Her voice had gone a little dreamy.

[amagain]

"You were kind of vague a moment ago about work and such," Tucker loops back around as he eats a little bit more and drinks a little bit more and rearranges them on the wide chaise lounge.

"You said something about desk work and paper work and them holding your position ..." glancing at her he thinks a moment.

"I need to think about my work as well and my travel," though, truth be told, he can easily minimize his travel, but it's still at least an overnight two weekends a month.

[jerseycop]

"Desk work and paperwork," she confirms, her free hand moving over her stomach, just inside her sarong. "They didn't think it would be prudent to have a pregnant woman on their tactical force, no matter how comfortable I insisted the body armor was." Ha. Cop humor.

Nibbling at the food he's still got on the tray, she frowns a bit. "I'm not worried about your travel," she assures him. "Not until I'm big and it's closer to January. It'll be fine."

[amagain]

Not like he travels outside of the United States. He's always connected and can always get home. Watching her hand on her middle he thinks of desks and paperwork and tactical forces. "I would think you could still have input on how things go, you know? I mean, you're a senior detective and can run a case without breaking down a door."

"That's so sexy ... when you're big ..." Seriously. It's clear he finds that prospect attractive.

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Andy laughs at his 'aiming for' and moves her arms in a circle as big as she can make them to imply that she's going to be as round as can be.

"Probably more like this," she giggles. "I don't know that we're aiming for anything. I think you're funny when you talk about how big I'm going to be. I love that you love this."

[amagain]

"I love this," he admits very openly with a smile. "I love you and I love this," and he looks at the shape that she is making with his hands around her body.

"I'm thinking," and he curves his hands in imaginary space around her middle, "And ..." and he curves his hand slightly wider along her hips, "And ..." and he curves his hands slightly more around her breasts.

"Lets hope not," and he curves his hands on his middle and smiles more broadly. "We're going to need to get one of those running strollers for all of the running I do."

[jerseycop]

Andy watches with complete amusement as he redefines her shape with his hands as he imagines what she's going to look like as the months go by. And when he does his own midsection, she bursts into laughter again.

"Yes, all the running you do." She cups his face with both hands and kisses him. "I guess I'll take morning running duty and you can do your mythical evening runs."

[amagain]

He's going to have to get one of those wide jog strollers that will work for twins. Oh, Tucker!

"Got to keep in shape," Tucker laughs about the ongoing joke about whether or not he runs.

"I also should make some phone calls. I'm thinking my voicemail is full," he admits and pulls her close to kiss her deeply.